Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
…until you’re spoken to
Sometimes she appreciates having a man around, to help out.
She may be better-informed than him now, but she’s working hard to bring him up to speed.
The lovely Zoe Page, of course. You knew that, right? She gave me a wonderful post-spanking cuddle once, but her femdom persona these days is a little harder-edged.
Castration fetishes are perfectly healthy as long as they’re not taken too far, of course. Keep it safe: just the genitals, yeah? Removing any other bits would be too extreme.
He gets better food too. The gourmet stuff that comes in sachets.
They have a very flexible monthly payment scheme: basically she just decides how much she and her friends want and texts you to transfer it.
Goodness, I don’t know what you’d do with your money for a month without Kitten, so let’s hope she manages to spend it all today. Fortunately, she’s a pro.
… and finally, because it’s not particularly femdom, we’ll call this one an extra:
2 thoughts on “…until you’re spoken to”
In Therapy
Your captioned photo reminded me of a fateful day some years ago. After a few sessions with the admirable Dr Seabrook, I felt secure enough to reveal a very private kink, nursed in shame since puberty: castration at the hands of an attractive woman.
She was neither shocked or surprised. But definitely a little amused.
Thank you for sharing that, PP. Of course, that’s the trouble, isn’t it? After much summoning of courage, one stammers out this dark, deep-seated desire to be strapped down and brutally castrated – and the response is an amused smile or a little giggle. But then I understand psychiatrists have been dealing with this for years after Freud’s misguided work identifying ‘castration anxiety’ as a pathology. rather than a natural and healthy instinct in men who realise what women think of them.
In Therapy
Your captioned photo reminded me of a fateful day some years ago. After a few sessions with the admirable Dr Seabrook, I felt secure enough to reveal a very private kink, nursed in shame since puberty: castration at the hands of an attractive woman.
She was neither shocked or surprised. But definitely a little amused.
Thank you for sharing that, PP. Of course, that’s the trouble, isn’t it? After much summoning of courage, one stammers out this dark, deep-seated desire to be strapped down and brutally castrated – and the response is an amused smile or a little giggle. But then I understand psychiatrists have been dealing with this for years after Freud’s misguided work identifying ‘castration anxiety’ as a pathology. rather than a natural and healthy instinct in men who realise what women think of them.
Best wishes
S